All Chapters of Sinful Escape : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Chapter One: The Perfect Lie SERA’S POV The chandelier above me sparkles like a thousand tiny diamonds, its light reflecting off the polished marble floors. Laughter and the gentle clinking of champagne glasses fill the grand ballroom, where New York’s elite parade in their designer gowns and tailored suits. To them, this is just another glamorous charity gala. To me, it’s a prison. I stand at Ethan Carter’s side, the man I once loved—the man I married thinking he was my happily ever after. His grip on my waist is firm, possessive, like he’s staking a claim. He leans in, whispering against my ear, his lips barely brushing my skin. “Smile, Sera. You wouldn’t want our guests to think you’re ungrateful.” Ungrateful. I want to laugh. Instead, I do as I’ve been trained to do—force a smile, sip my champagne, play the role of the devoted wife. The woman who has it all. But I feel hollow. I glance around the room, my gaze landing on Celeste Deveraux—the latest in Ethan’s long line o

Chapter Three: A Fire She Can’t ExtinguishSERA’S POVI should leave.I know that.Every rational thought in my head is screaming at me to walk away before I do something I can’t take back.But Raven is too close now, her breath warm against my skin, her scent—something dark and intoxicating—wrapping around me like a drug I can’t resist.She smirks, tilting her head as her fingers graze the inside of my wrist. The touch is barely there, but it sets off a chain reaction beneath my skin, spreading heat through me like wildfire.“You’re shaking,” she murmurs, her voice dripping with amusement.I swallow hard. “I should go.”Her hand slides up my arm, slow, deliberate. “Then go.”But we both know I won’t.Not when my body is betraying me.Not when the air between us is charged with something I don’t understand.She leans in, her lips just a breath away from mine.“You don’t want to go, Sera.”Her voice is silk and sin, and when she trails her fingers down my waist, I let out a soft, shaky

Chapter Five: Caught Between Fire and Chains RAVEN’S POV I wake to the scent of her still lingering on my sheets. Sera. A name that now tastes like sin and satisfaction. The space beside me is empty, but the ghost of her warmth remains. I smirk, stretching lazily against the silk sheets, my body still thrumming from last night. The way she unraveled in my hands, the way she begged without words—God, it was intoxicating. But predictably, she ran. I sit up, grabbing my phone from the bedside table, already knowing she’ll be spiraling. A woman like Sera—someone so caged in her own misery—was bound to wake up drowning in guilt. I type out a message, smirking as I hit send. "You can pretend all you want, but your body doesn’t lie." She’ll read it. She’ll hate herself for wanting more. And then, eventually—she’ll come back. Because women like her always do. I rise from the bed, stretching, my body still buzzing from the thrill of breaking her. And I will break her again. ---

Chapter Seven: Shackled in BetrayalSERA’S POVI sit at the edge of our bed, my hands gripping the silk sheets as if they can anchor me to something real. My skin still burns from Ethan’s touch, but it’s not desire coursing through my veins—it’s disgust. It’s fury.I can still hear the way he slurred her name—Celeste.Not mine.Never mine.I stare at my reflection in the vanity mirror. My lips are swollen, but not from passion. My wrists bear faint red marks where he had gripped too tightly.I am nothing but his possession.His wife.A title that once meant something. A title that now shackles me to a man who parades his mistresses in front of me, knowing I can’t leave.I suck in a sharp breath and stand, wrapping my robe tightly around me as I march downstairs. My body aches from last night, from the weight of everything I refuse to process. But I don’t stop moving. I won’t let myself fall apart—not here, not yet.Ethan is in the dining room, dressed in a crisp suit, sipping coffee a

Chapter Nine: The Edge of ControlCELeste’s POVI drape myself over Ethan’s lap, my fingers tracing slow, deliberate patterns on his chest. The private lounge of the gala is dimly lit, the scent of expensive whiskey hanging in the air.He’s distracted.His grip on his glass is tighter than usual. His jaw clenches. He hasn’t touched me the way he normally does when we’re alone.“You’re thinking about her,” I murmur, pressing my lips against his ear. “Aren’t you?”Ethan doesn’t deny it.I smirk, sliding my hand down to his belt. “You’re mine now, Ethan.” I whisper, unbuckling it. “She’s nothing but a bitter wife who will never leave.”His eyes darken, but before I can go further, he grabs my wrist.“Not here.” His voice is cold.I pull back, feigning a pout, but inside, I’m seething.Because I know—no matter how much he tries to prove otherwise—Sera still has a hold on him.But I’ll make sure that hold breaks soon enough.---RAVEN’S POVSera is shaking.She won’t look at me as she butt